We were lucky to celebrate Anya's first birthday together on the
proper date. We also honored my father's 70th, a wee bit belatedly.
He and I have had a rocky relationship, but over the years I've
matured and he's mellowed. To be sure, a few stones and a handful of
pebbles remain.
Today at age 37 I live in the ghetto and struggle to keep track of my
finances, let alone keep them in the black. At that age my father had
four children, owned a home, and eventually put us all through
college. It's a humbling comparison.
Thanks Pop, and happy birthday. May you have many more.